So I leave in 5 days for the land of bright lights, late nights, and never ending deserts. We fly out next Saturday morning bright and insanely early to arrive in Vegas at 8:30 am. We’re staying at a hotel on the strip and have decided to equip ourselves with a rental car so we can haul ass over to the Grand Canyon, Barringer Meteor, and Death Valley. I am incredibly excited for the line up of activities we have planned during our stay, which include a magic show with Penn and Teller, drag show with dinner, and Cirque de Soleil show. I should be able to cross about 12 things off of my list between all of the things we are doing. I’m happy to be leaving, mostly because until I leave I’m working straight 8 hour shifts and when I come back I have to re-enter the world of academia. I am a bit concerned since I have been dealing with some random, yet at times debilitating pain, in a rather sensitive lady-area for the past few days. I’m hitting the doctor up tomorrow morning to see if I can get it taken care of and ease my mind a little. I sure don’t want to have to write a piece about what it’s like to travel with horrible pain that hits when you sit/stand/walk/move/sleep/laugh. I guess I have 5 days for it to be cured or clear itself up.